Week 3.

[trustfelling]

WEEK 3 The end of the second week sees two more people dead, and two more rooms sitting empty in the dormitories. Nephenee and Rideaux Zek Rugievit are both gone, but with the start of the third week, it looks as though the game will continue on without them. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; on Sunday morning the clock chimes as it always has, but at least there are no bodies to find today. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... Meanwhile, it looks like another set of doors have opened up at the end of that southern hallway, leading to another long corridor stretching out to the east. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you've earned it, after all. COMPETITORS REMAINING: 26

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to week three of Trustfell! Don't forget to save your threads for coins and the activity check, and don't forget to submit this week's activity check and memory regains!

If you'd like to get in contact with the Adjudicator, you can do so here!]

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a lil investigation

[seventhprogenitor]

[Well, wasn't that pleasant. After that little thing in the foyer -- past regrets, mm, nothing he has -- Ferid can be found back in the library, seemingly picking out books at random as he hums and... putting them back in various orders.

Why? Who knows.

After all the books are not where they should be, he's continuing to paint in the art studio. Various things. Various people. The sketching he's doing is taking forever, though, and one has to wonder if he's ever going to get to painting with how often he erases and fixes details on the unfamiliar person he's working on.

Eventually, a portrait of a serious looking young man, dressed in military decorations, takes shape, and Ferid looks a little more gleeful.

Before their planned meeting, he's making a last stop -- the infirmary, peeking in first to make sure there's no one there before stepping in and deciding to poke around a little. Maybe there'll be something interesting, or maybe he can get over his alleged fainting spell when it comes to blood using exposure therapy.]

art studio

[didntgetdadslooks]

[Angel has been keeping an eye out for Ferid today, since... well, it would be rude not to thank him in person for the dress Aligula had him make for her, right? So after her vending machine adventure ends, she goes to find him and, hooray, she pokes her head into the art studio and there he is! She stands in the doorway, a little nervous about going in just because you know... what if a can of paint gets possessed by a ghost and flies at her???]

Ferid! Hi.

[seventhprogenitor]

Good afternoon, Angel~! Come in, come in, you won't be disturbing me any, and I don't mind the company.

[All things considered, Ferid's in a hell of a good mood this week. But when isn't it. He hadn't looked up from his sketching at the time, but he does now and hums happily.]

I certainly won't mind the company, as lovely as you look in that dress. Does it fit you alright?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[Angel blushes a little as she walks in (what? she's not used to being complimented!) and nods.]

It fits great! I love it, thank you.

library

[cilantro]

[Cilan was sitting here in a corner reading a book, Stunfisk sitting across his lap when he looks up and notices Ferid.]

Ferid? What are you doing?

[seventhprogenitor]

[the fucks in your lap, bro]

Passing time. [How does he...] Is... that thing your lap one of the creatures you spoke of?

[cilantro]

[Don't call it a "thing" bro, that's rude.]

Oh, yes! This is Stunfisk, a Pokemon from the Unova region where I'm from; Stunfisk, this is Ferid!

[The Pokemon... kind of just blinks at Ferid in response to the introduction. Hi?]

( art studio )

[middaymoon]

[ Well, whatever Mahiru had been planning to say is completely derailed by the sight of the man in the sketch. She freezes when she sees him, going very still, and then finally: ]

That uniform suits him, doesn't it?

[seventhprogenitor]

[His lips twitch at her voice and he pauses in his sketching, tapping the pencil's eraser against the canvas as he looks over.]

There's no one who wears it better, in my opinion, though I suppose that's because humanity's arrogance is once again getting ahead of itself and marring whatever good looks they possess. [nbd] Would you like the finished product?

[middaymoon]

[ It sounds like he's really asking, 'Do you want to owe me a debt?' but there's no hesitation in Mahiru's response. She nods. ]

I'd like that very much.

[ She only has one picture of Guren, after all, and she doesn't even have that here. ]

And I'd like to speak to you about another matter, as well.

infirmary

[meanttobe]

[Brady's only passing by when Ferid catches his attention.]

Hey, dude... Looking around for something specific?

[seventhprogenitor]

No, not in particular.

[Maybe he should've closed the door.]

This is the only room I haven't looked into, though. For... good reason.

[A small glance at the refrigerator. Where the blood bags are, apparently, considering the note on it mentions that there's no "living people" in there. Aligula.]

And with our good doctor gone, well. I thought I might look into helping out somehow.

[meanttobe]

Aw, yeah, no, that's a good... [Notices the note.] ...why would there- not important, okay. A good idea. And a pretty selfless one, you think you should just...dive right in like this, Ferid?

[Given that you are. Kind of unable to be around blood.]

artsy fartsy

[innocentloveholic]

[ ...SHE THOUGHT SHE'D FIND HIM HERE. She's swinging a rosary on her fingers when she comes in, wearing a black feather boa... some fairly large sunglasses hooked onto her party dress.......

she looks like she's been having a good time with the vending machine, that's pretty much it. ]

Who're you drawing this time? [ he is sort of a 7 there like hello, son ]

[seventhprogenitor]

An old friend, [and it sounds like he's going to say more, but he's... kind of taking in all of the everything she is right now.

The rosary gets the longest glance, though.]

Now, where did you get all of this?

[innocentloveholic]

Vending machine! It was totally nice to me today. And Edifying got one of my wedding pictures, too!

[ ....she is probably going to recruit angel in that thread to help her put it up in the foyer, uh. ]

Isn't all this loot awesome? The boa's totally my favorite, thooough this necklace thingy's pretty cool too. It's a rosary! [ goes with her #aesthetic tbh. ] Your old friend's totally at least a 7, by the way. He's not single, is he?

[trustfelling]

[The infirmary is certainly a place that could potentially hide things, isn't it? Where do you want to look first?]

[seventhprogenitor]

[Let's see. He could get the blood bags out of the way, but then again he could leave that for last.

We'll start with the medicine cabinets. With the excuse of picking up where Rideaux left off, it's nice to familiarize himself with the stuff in there. Taking them out and whatnot. Anything particularly interesting hidden behind all this useless-to-him shit?]

[trustfelling]

[Unfortunately, no. The back of the cabinet is empty! So now what?]

art studio

[poultryfists]

[Yang strolls right on into the art studio in that outfit Ferid made her, and... It looks like he can draw, too! So she's going to check out whoever the heck that guy is.]

Who's that? Is he two thousand years old, too?

[seventhprogenitor]

[Lookin' good, Yang. Lookin' good.

Ferid chuckles, shaking his head.]

No, no, but he is... an old friend of mine, you could say~. He's actually the intended of someone here.

[poultryfists]

[The intended wh... oh. Oh! Okay. That makes sense.]

I didn't know you knew anyone in here.

[Small murder building! ...Yeah.]

art studio

[passional]

[ Inigo is... kind of bored right now, so he wanders into the art studio to kill some time by doodling stuff. Ferid may notice the gold ring on his left hand; apparently he's gotten that wedding ring back. ]

Who are you drawing, Ferid?

[seventhprogenitor]

An old friend, of a kind.

[-- Ah, on that hand. How nice..!]

Congratulations on finding your mother's ring! It's lovely, Inigo, I can see why you'd want it returned.

[passional]

Naoto was the lucky lady who got it out of the machine for me. I cannot thank her enough.

[ It's a bit scratched up, like it's been through some shit, but it's still very pretty. ]

I'd like to hear more about your old friend. What's he like?